To porn, or not to porn?

Normally this isn’t a difficult question, just ask "Friends" – "Don’t turn off the free porn!"

And yet, there I was, starring at bad porn. At one point I was wondering which was more disturbing: the bad porn, or the old non-edited surgery special spots during the lunch hour news when I was a kid (now I know why they’re called kidney beans!). It wasn’t even cool enough to illicit the great Archie Bunker quote, "They’re watching hardpore cornography!"

Luckily I was too tired to worry about it and decided I should shower. In part because my calves were sore from all the up and down running, my arms couldn’t possibly move anymore (because I throw many discs at each shot) and I must’ve smelled like a dead possum, I didn’t think clearly about my next move – I got into the shower. Oh yes, the rusted, Edward Scissorhands looking shower. Complete with more adjustments than Richie Rich’s tax form and some things that vibrated that shouldn’t have.

Now you may be asking, "Sure it was nasty and scary Clay, but really, what else would have been better?"

Standing outside naked, spitting on myself and wiping it off with engine degreaser.

And yet I survived. Not only the horrible driving conditions, bad directions, getting lost, the insane pace of ‘speed disc golf’, the bad porn and the shower, but also the trip. The next day was easy; drive 45 min to watch guys talk about an FEA package and racin’ (NASCAR and Formula-1). Don’t worry if you don’t know what FEA stands for, I don’t either.

The important thing here is I got pictures. Oh yeah. Except my film ran out right as I was going to get the hotel sign. Damn. But I’m going back in a few weeks, so I’ll swing by and snap a quick shot.